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CAMPUS M I R R 0 R
Platter Chatter
“Well it was a hard fight, Mom. but I
won (I hope).” That’s the proud winner
of the famous batth Miss Earnest Stu
dent versus Mr. Semester Exam — speak
ing. Yes, sir. you can breathe easily once
more; they are all over until the next
time. “But that's not the right attitude,
my child.” A soft spoken voice comes
from somewhere. “Good Girl Scouts are
prepared at all times.” You then realize
that that’s Mrs. Conscience entering into
the conversation. Yes, she’s right, as
usual. Well, the only thing to be done
is to do better, and right now!!! So
here we are — off to a good start!
And wdiat’s this??? Not only off to
a new start in the curriculum but here’s
something extra-curricular. Yes —those
Basketball Intra-murals. Well, whether
our class wins or not, it’s a sho’ sign of
spring. Those sophomores feel pretty
pleased with themselves after having
made the juniors a vanquished foe. But
don’t get too rejoiceful; the race has yet
to be finished.
While we’re speaking of that most wel
come season of the year, we throw out a
hint to those who have prospects of be
coming one of the bird identifiers in the
contest. Don’t tell a soul, but a wood
pecker has been seen (I am not telling
what kind) and a —, not a—, but some—,
what they call red breasted birds. They
really aren’t red though, and some of
them are black with long yellow beaks
and long black tails and some—oh!
OH! ! I guess I might be telling some
thing, so I’d better shut up. But now,
don’t you tell anyone, ’cause they might
walk off with top honors.
Ah! and the little glass ball tells me
there’s something brewing in an aesthetic
sort of way. And looking a little more
closely, I see features of-of-of—, oh, yes,
Miss Julia Denham. Now the spring, the
aesthetic element and Miss Denham can
add up to only one thing, and that, my
dear ladies, is nothing less than an out
door dance recital — we have, as Revlon
also has, a “Rosy Future.” So keep it in
mind.
The honor roll is calling out, “Orchids
to Louis Peterson” for his piano recital
given February 4.
So long Pour maintenant.
Franklin Printing
Corporation
136 Marietta Street
The First President of the
United States
Ida Gartrell, ’46
George Washington was born in West
moreland County, Virginia, on February
22, 1732. He was the fifth child of Au
gustine Washington, who belonged to the
third generation of Washingtons that had
lived in America. Before George was
twelve years of age his father died and
left the son in his mother’s care, with
a farm on the Rappahannock as his sole
inheritance. This precluded any hope of
an education in England such as his
elder brothers had enjoyed, and George,
therefore, received the practical and ele
mentary instruction afforded in colonial
Virginia. He learned something from
books but more about forest life, manly
sports, and the habits of a Virginia gen
tleman. Formal schooling he quit alto
gether at the age of 16, and began sur
veying in the employment of Lord Fairfax
whose companionship instilled in Wash
ington the lessons of conduct and breed
ing characteristic of a man of the world.
In 1715 when the failing health of an
elder brother caused him to seek recup
eration in the Bahamas, George went
with him, only to bring him back to die.
An executor of his brother’s will, he as
sumed many cares.
Before his death Lawrence had given
George his place in the Virginia militia,
and in 1752 Lieutenant-Governor Din-
widdie gave the popular young soldier a
commission as major and adjutant-gen
eral in charge of one of the four military
districts of the state. Hardly was he in
charge of his new office when a move
ment of the French to insure their con
trol of the region between the Mississippi
and the Alleghanies made war between
the French and the English in America
almost inevitable.
When the country seemed indifferent
to the deserts of the Army, when there
was talk of disbanding it without pro
vision for the future or even pay for
what it had done, and when as a natural
result there was mutiny and threat that
the army would take the government into
its own hands, then it was Washington
who tirelessly urged upon the Congress
and upon the states the justice of the
soldiers’ claims.
He was a noble figure to stand in the
forefront of a nation’s history. His sim
ple manner graced well a republic, and
yet there was a gravity and a lofty cour
tesy that lent dignity to democratic farm
ers. His own self-mastery was a living
lesson to democracy with its ill-repute
for turbulence. No more fitting ideal of
manhood could have been chosen for a
new republic.
He was sworn in on the 30th of April,
1789, in the open balcony of the Federal
Hall, taking the vow that he would faith
fully execute the duties of the office of
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